There were a lot of people gathered in front of the hotel.

Wen Du glanced at it and saw the red bench with a head exposed, she didn't know why her heart suddenly swelled up, and then pulled Sheng Yu forward.

Sheng Yu tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

Her heart pounded, "I've only been here for a week, but there's one thing I've remembered for a long time. ”

"Do you see that red bench?"

Sheng Yu looked at the exposed chair, his eyebrows also jumped, and his Adam's apple slidied: "Hmm." ”

"If there's one thing that impresses me the most when I come here, it's probably that there's an old man here, and he sits on that red bench from morning to night, and only one day I see someone talking to him. ”

Saying that, the two of them had already arrived in the crowd, and the people were still sitting on the chairs, but they had already closed their eyes, and many people were around, speaking the local language, which Wen Du couldn't understand.

Sheng Eucalyptus grows tall and can see the situation inside carefully, such as the harmonica that the old man holds tightly in his hand.

He frowned, and suddenly looked up at the hotel, the red bench, the old man with the harmonica...

Sitting here every day.

Sheng Yu pulled Wen Du to line up the crowd and walked forward, squatting alone, holding his grandfather's hand, and he didn't know what he was talking about with words in his mouth.

He bowed his head and asked in English, "May I have a word with this old man?"

He was speechless. The young man lifted his withered hand: "He's tired. ”

Sheng Yu also squatted down: "Just say one word, don't let him be so tired, let me try." ”

His attitude was very sincere, and the man looked at Sheng Yu's clear eyes and nodded.

Sheng Yu let go of Wen Dusk, and then slowly held the old man's hand, which was the one holding the harmonica.

He could clearly feel the slight vibration and repulsion of his hand when he touched it, but the strength was too insufficient.

He didn't seem to have any strength left.

Sheng Yu breathed a sigh of relief, leaned closer, and used a voice that was enough for him to hear: "Excuse me, is this harmonica given to you by Nian Chang'an?"

He deliberately said the three words Nian Changan very slowly, the words were clear, and he repeated them little by little: "Nian Chang'an, Changan."

The old man finally reacted, his fingers moved, and his cloudy eyes slowly opened, old and godless, like a dead old tree trunk.

The young man next to him looked at the old man in shock.

He lifted his fingers, but the harmonica did not move in his hand.

The old man in front of him is the one who has made the old man worry about him for half his life, and he is also waiting for him, so he has been waiting for half his life.

Sheng Yu raised his head and said succinctly: "He is also thinking about you, he has not married a wife and had children, so you are not alone." ”

The old man seemed to have fulfilled some wish, but he seemed to feel regret and unwillingness, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Sheng Eucalyptus, which was very tight.

Sheng Yu shook it back: "What do you want to say?"

He shoved the harmonica into his hand and used the last of his strength: "Don't, sue, sue him..."

With just one sentence, he lowered his hand, his eyes widened, his eyes were filled with the juice of dead wood, and there was only a little light, Sheng Eucalyptus choked his throat and said "yes", and he closed his eyes as if he had let go of everything.

But his hand was still on the harmonica, and his hand was on Sheng Yu's palm, and the harmonica did not leave him.

There was an exclamation from a young man next to him, and the noise gradually drowned out Sheng Eucalyptus, who looked at the old man carefully and exhaled slowly.

Sheng Yu couldn't remember the details of the chaos later, but he remembered that the young man said with tears in his eyes at the end: "I don't know when he started to like to sit here, and he sat for a day, but no one thought that he would sit like this for a lifetime." His harmonica can never be dropped, and he has to hold it when he eats, and he will be anxious if he can't see it. ”

"He could have lived longer because something crushed him, but no one knows why. ”

"He doesn't want to leave this place, so he has to die here. ”

He has no energy, he can't even walk, but he still has to guard this place, hold on to the last trace of unwillingness, and hold on to the last bit of life.

If it weren't for Sheng Yu, he didn't know how much regret and sadness he would have to leave with him.

Sheng Yu finally asked, "What is his name?"

"Gary Hall, he gave himself a Chinese name, called Nian Xi. ”

Happy New Year.

With your surname, the crown is happy.

Later, when Wen Twilight learned about it, the sourness became even heavier.

"Nian Xi's last sentence is not to tell grandpa?"

He waited all his life, and finally waited for the news that the two of them missed on the other side, which made him let go or made him more unwilling It is not clear whether it is unclear, but this can make him leave with peace of mind. ”

He knew he was leaving, but he was too unwilling, so he was content to hear even the slightest news about him. ”

"Then don't tell him?"

Sheng Yu was silent for a moment: "Probably because he doesn't want his grandfather to be like him, knowing that the other party is not doing well, this is the saddest thing for him." ”

Wen Duan understood, and said entangledly: "Then you can't go back and don't say anything, you have to let grandpa know, he has been thinking about it for so long, and he must have formed a knot in his heart for so many years." ”

"Say it, but don't say it. ”

A week later, Wen Dusk's business trip ended, and the two returned home together.

After talking to Nian Chang'an that time, he prepared a painting of two young men playing the harmonica on a red bench.

When he got home, he spent three days making another painting.

It is a scene where two people sit on a bench together when they are old.

Sheng Yu took two paintings to see Nian Chang'an.

He gave himself a Chinese name called Nian Xi, and he said that he remembered your old friend, and he always thought about you. ”

Nian Chang'an sat very straight, looking at Sheng Yu steadily, with a crystal light in his eyes.

'He's doing well now, he has two children, both of his children are excellent. He asked me to tell you that he actually missed you all the time because you taught him the harmonica and gave him good memories. ”

"He's never met someone so like-minded. ”

The light in Nian Chang'an's eyes flashed, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, rubbing his hands, repeating over and over again: "Good, good..."

"So grandpa, are you going to see him?"

Wen Twilight looked sideways at Sheng Eucalyptus, and then controlled herself to withdraw her gaze.

As Sheng Yu expected, he shook his head and said with a smile: "No need, I'm old and can't stand the toss, it's good if he's doing well, he still remembers me, I'm satisfied, that's good, that's good." ”

He repeated several more times, "That's fine." ”

Sheng Yu proposed: "Otherwise, you can play the harmonica again." ”

"Twilight, take a picture of Grandpa and bring it to him when she has a chance. ”

Nian Chang'an was a little nervous for a moment: "I haven't blown it for a long time, I'm afraid I won't blow it well." ”

Wen Twilight couldn't help but feel a little like crying, picked up her phone to cover herself, and adjusted the video.

Sheng Yu smiled and comforted: "No, bones have memories." ”

"You practice first. ”

He tugged at his clothes, "Do I need to change one? Does this look too old?"

"No, you're good and you look in good spirits. ”

"This is the new harmonica he bought for you, let me bring it back to you. ”

He was nervous for a while, pulled the hem of his clothes, took the harmonica in Sheng Eucalyptus's hand, looked at it, sat down on the chair, and shifted the direction: "I'm like this, there is a flock of pigeons behind me, and you can see where I live." ”

"Good. ”

Twilight found a good angle.

Nian Changan looked at the camera, and then smiled slowly: "Happy New Year." ”

Probably about to say something more, he opened and closed his mouth, smiled, and put the harmonica to his lips.

Everything he wanted to say was in the sound of the piano.

The 12-hole chromatic harmonica, which when it sounds, is like a spring flowing through a valley, empty and long, and it is a very simple tune, but it is very good.

The flock of pigeons in the distance is white, flying in the air, falling on the ground, and flying farther will always return here.

The sound of the piano followed the wind, winding around the clouds, melodiously surrounding the soft clouds, where stood an old man.

He probably understood.

He was laughing.